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 China and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.