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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.