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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.