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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.