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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.