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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.