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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.