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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Index,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.