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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.