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 Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.