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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.