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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.