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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.