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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.