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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.