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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.