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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.