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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.