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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.