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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.