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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.