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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Sound to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.