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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.