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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pole to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Sound,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.