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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.