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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.