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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.