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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.