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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.