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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.