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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.