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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.