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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Wire,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Index,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.