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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.