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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
DNA,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.