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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.