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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.