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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Organ,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.