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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.