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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.