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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
New Order,
World's Most,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.