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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.