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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.