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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Echospace,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
X-101,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.