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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.