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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.