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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Icehouse 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.