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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.