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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.