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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.