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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.