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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.