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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Echospace,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.