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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.