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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Skaos,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.