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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Mars,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.