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 Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.