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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.