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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
JFA,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.