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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.