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 Ireland 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.