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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Scientists,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.