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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Litter,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.