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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.