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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Television,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.