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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.