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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.