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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.