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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.