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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.