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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.