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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.