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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.