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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.