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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.