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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.