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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.