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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
UT,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.