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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.