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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.