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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.