Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.