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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Television,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.