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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 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 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.