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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.