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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Move to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
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Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.