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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.