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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.