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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.