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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Slave,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.