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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.