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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Wings,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.