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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.