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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
CMW,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.