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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.