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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Nico,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.