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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.