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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.