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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.