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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
MC5,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.