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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.