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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.