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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.