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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
The Move,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.