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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.