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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.