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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.