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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.