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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.