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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
The Names,
10cc,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.