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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
the Human League,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.