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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.