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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.