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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.