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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Faust,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.