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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Slits to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.