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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Marmalade 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.