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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.