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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Parrish to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.