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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.