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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.