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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.