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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.