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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.