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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Magma,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.