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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Q65,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.