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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.