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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.