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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
UT,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.