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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.