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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.