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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.