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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.