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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.