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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.