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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Index,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.