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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.