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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Dead Boys 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.