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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.