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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.