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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.