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 China and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.