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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.