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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.