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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.