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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.