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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.