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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.