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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.