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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Smog,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.