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 Solomon Islands 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.