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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.