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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Monolake,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.