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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.