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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
The Move,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.