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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Franke,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Monks,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.