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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Crime,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Visage,
Swans,
The Litter,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.