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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.