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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.