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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.