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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Monks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.