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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Japan,
New Order,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.