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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Visage,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.