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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.