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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.