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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.