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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.