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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.