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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.