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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Swans,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.