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 Laos and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.