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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.