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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.