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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
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.