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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.