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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.