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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.