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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Neu!,
Swans,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.