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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
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.