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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.