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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Nas,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.