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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.