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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
UT,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.