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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.