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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.