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 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.