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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.