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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.