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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.