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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.