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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.