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 France 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.