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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Mummies to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Television,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.