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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.