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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.