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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Can,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.