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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
John Foxx,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.