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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
The Motions,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.