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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.