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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.