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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.