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 London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.