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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.