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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.