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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.