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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.