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 Croatia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.