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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kayak to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.