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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.