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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.