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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.