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 Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.