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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Magma,
Rakim,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.