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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.