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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Can,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.