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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.