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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Whodini,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Wings,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.