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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
X-101,
cv313,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Gong,
Pole,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.