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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.