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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.