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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.