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 East Timor 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.