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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.