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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.