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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Mars,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.