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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.