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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.