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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.