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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.