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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.