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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.