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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.