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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.