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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Josef K to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.