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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.