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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
CMW,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.