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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Darondo,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Zapp,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.