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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Crime,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.