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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.