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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.