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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.