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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.