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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.