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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.