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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.