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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.