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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.