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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.