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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.