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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Can,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Section 25,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.