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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.