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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.