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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.