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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Q65,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.