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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Television,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Fear,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Monks,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.