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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.