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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.