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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
CMW,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.