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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.