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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Index,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.