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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Scion,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.