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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
AZ,
Crime,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.