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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.