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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.