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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.