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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.