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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.