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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.