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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.