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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.