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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.