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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.