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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.