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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.