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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.