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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.