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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Slits,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.