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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.