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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.