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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.