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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.