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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
UT,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.