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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.