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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.