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 Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 the Normal 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.