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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.