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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.