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 Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.