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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.