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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Swans,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.