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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.