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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.