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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.