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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.