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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.