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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.