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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.