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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.