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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.