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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.