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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.