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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.