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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.