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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.