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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.