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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Japan,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.