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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Names,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.