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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.