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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.