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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.