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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.