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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.