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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.