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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.