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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.