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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.