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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.