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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.