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 San Marino and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Can,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.