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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.