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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.