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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.