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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.