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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.