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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.