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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.