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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.