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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.