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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.