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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.