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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
CMW,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Smog,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.