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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
The Index,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.