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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.