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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Technova,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.