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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Swans to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.