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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.