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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.