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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.