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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
ABC,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.