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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.