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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.