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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.