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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.