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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.