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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.