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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Slits,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.