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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.