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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
X-101,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.