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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.