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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
MC5,
Outsiders,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.