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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.