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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.