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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.