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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.