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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Visage,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.