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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.