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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Fear,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.