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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.