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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.