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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.