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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.