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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.