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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.