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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.