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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.