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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.