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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
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Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.