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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.