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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.