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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.