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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.