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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Smog,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.