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 Greece 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.