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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.