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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Fall,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.