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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.