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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
X-101,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.