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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Magma,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.