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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Jandek,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.