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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.