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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.