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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.