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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.