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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.