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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Names,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.