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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.