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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.