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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.