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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.