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 Oman and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.