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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.