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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Can,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.