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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.