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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.