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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.