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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.