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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.