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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.