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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.