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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.