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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.