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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.