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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.