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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.