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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.