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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.