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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Index,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.