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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.