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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
the Association,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.