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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.