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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
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,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.