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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.