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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.