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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Can,
Chrome,
The Cure,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
CMW,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.