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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.