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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.