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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 organ 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.