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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.