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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
June Days,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Busters,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.