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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.