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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.