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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Pole,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.