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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
PIL,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.