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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.