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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.