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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.