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 Lithuania 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 Halifax and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.