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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Nico,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.