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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.