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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.