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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Visage,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.