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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Visage,
Fear,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Motorama,
MC5,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.