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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.