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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.