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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
cv313,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.