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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
ABC,
Smog,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.