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 Colombia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.