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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.