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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.