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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.