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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.