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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.