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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.