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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.