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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Visage,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.