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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.