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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.