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 Liberia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Television,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.