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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.