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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Au Pairs 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.