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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
DNA,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.