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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.