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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.