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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.