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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.