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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.