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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
10cc,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.