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 Morocco and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.