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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.