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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.