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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.