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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.