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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Can,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.