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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.