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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.