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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.