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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.