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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.