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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Wings,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.