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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.