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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.