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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 CMW to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.