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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Fear,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Crime,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.