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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.