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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.