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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Scion,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.