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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.