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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.