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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.