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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.