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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Slits,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.