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 France and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.