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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Q65,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.