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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Joy Division,
JFA,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.