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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.