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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.