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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.