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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Fear,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.