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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Faust,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.