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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.