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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.