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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.