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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.