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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.