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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.