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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.