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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.