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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.