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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.