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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
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.