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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Faust,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.