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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Gong,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.