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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.