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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.