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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.