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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.