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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.