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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.