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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.