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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.