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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.