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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Alphaville 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.